Luminosity masquerade.

Daybreak glides into place  
with a ceramic clink,  
indicating for prehistoric  
cogs to rotate.
 
Black is swept away with  
impatient tides of blue,  
forced into practiced hiding.  
She dissipates into colour,
infusing my vision bleak.
 
White coat strangers  
insist on their help
with pristine kindness.
Attempting to wash away
the doleful with dove  
waxen walls.
 
Though as Black swoops raven  
into her allotted place,
luminosity slips a homemade
mask over my eyes.
 
I whirl the bleakness away,
dancing with countless other
starlit veiled prisoners.
A midnight masquerade.